I follow close behind, swinging my purse over my shoulder and heading through the same swinging doors, seeing the back of her as he tugs her into his ...office. How lucky for him. His own office and a hot little bitch just following him wherever he takes her. Damn. I hurry down the hall hoping that his blinds aren't pulled close, that he is just that careless to leave them open enough for my spying eyes to partake in this.The door closes, clicking sounds indicating it's locked. I stop across from. I tug the dress back with my teeth, your hands on my head and roaming in my hair. You seem questioning and a little disappointed. At my answering grin you can't help but smile, your lust growing at my mischievousness. "This dress just looks too fucking sexy to get rid of just yet," I say softly, your eyes sparkling at the compliment. "Thank you," you say, your voice dripping in need as you reach for my zipper. I pull away just out of reach again and you play at pouting again, but I just. She wasn’t … isn’t. There have been a few. More than five, less than ten, over the years.”Allison noted that Lionel was standing with his hands clasped behind his back. “All, can I say, professional relationships?”“Yes,” Lionel paused. “Of course, if you wish…” He made to reach inside his jacket, looking for his wallet.Allison was taken aback, she had not imagined for a moment that Lionel would offer to pay her but of course, she reasoned, he might well have thought the contract was something. I open the bathroom door and walk into the kitchen. My pulse is racing a mile a minute. I realize I'm quivering. I feel myself blushing. I must be beet red. I peek around the fridge.Mistress is sitting on the workout machine, Sue is sitting in the chair, and Lois is sitting on the stairs. I take a deep breath, and walk in. All conversation stops dead. I try to look only at my Mistress, but I can't help but glance at Sue and Lois. I feel their eyes on my hairless cock and balls, and my red.